The Crowd Gets Sicker

Oh I get sick The crowd gets sicker Of me I throw myself with style From the balcony And I'm proud of myself For putting on such a good show And then I ask them To carry me home Oh I know nothing They're always right I spit into their cups of brandy As I fall from such a great height And they milk me For all that I'm worth Even in death I can't escape the hurt I get sick The crowd gets sicker I get so sick when they steal my liquor So I go home And forget to drink